Faced with Sural's answer, the A-rank was a little dumbfounded. Has this bastard gone stupid from being locked up?
But when he said he would "release him immediately," it was only an angry remark.
He had no authority to make that decision. He merely wanted to remind the other party: you'd better understand your situation.
Instead, Sural's response left him at a loss. He nodded. "Fine. You've got guts. Just don't regret it!"
He had already made up his mind to use this guy as an example.
Although the Sail Consortium had accepted its beating without resistance, a few people had recently been making plenty of secret moves. There was a need to kill a chicken to scare the monkeys.
In any case, he was certain of Sural's backing—his backing was not bad, but it had already been confirmed that no one would step forward for him!
Sural was, after all, only a minor A-rank. He could be dealt with as they pleased.
As for him being some kind of genius? What nonsense. There were countless geniuses in the Core Circle. A dead genius was no genius.
After the A-rank left with his threats, Sural spent the next three days resting quite well. He had even put on weight.
He had already guessed that something must have happened, and that it was something favorable to him.
On the fourth day, another A-rank arrived, and his attitude had changed dramatically.
This one first asked about how he had been living lately, chatted about current events outside, then thoughtfully asked, "How could you possibly be short on money recently?" Yet as the A-rank spoke, there was an undisguised hatred in his eyes.
Sural sensed the other man's emotions, so he said that money really had been tight... then added, "By the way,